Can you imagine a years an years enlongated tv series in which the only concerned thing is who sees who and which bun in the oven?
People who born in it, grow, enter to the fation(!)-sex-love-betray circle, then suddenly find a lost twin, lose their child, find their three years ago died daughter who never told them she was actually alive to surprise them some day (I know, it's too crazy), get ingaged, then get pragnent from another guy who accidently recognized he is actually the brother of the groom and non of them are sons of their fathers!
Everything is posibble, even an actress suddenly may change, that is the role is the same, but you see a different person on it!
What? you don't think such a stupid show could've ever been produced, since no body'd watch it?
Well, you're wrong..

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Bangles are very important for indian women. I've never seen a Sarri-wearing indian woman whose hand is naked and there's no any spot in between her eyebrows. The spots are from two types, one is a coloured powder anoint on the forehead while praying in temples, and the other is manufactured, made in so many shapes and models. The simplest type is a red-circular sticky piece of velvet for regular use.

An interesting thing about indian women in that you can always be aware of presence of them by voices rising from their bangles and anklets.

Personally I can't imagine to wear such a thing but they get used to it from their early ages.
Women of every state wear a special colour of bangles. Maharashtraian women wear green bangles, ornamented with golden lines and spots.

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We never really believe how unforetellable life is untill it shows us by itself. Mahtab was a friend of mine who died in a very young age while she was studing Christian themology in Turkey.
She was the only friend of mine who sit for me to paint her, since it's difficult to find a nude model and its almost a taboo.

She did it for me so many times, and other things too. But I never appreciate her in the way I should, and I never can..... If only I knew...